Warning: Shounen ai; basically meaning the love relationship between two
boys.
Rating: PG13
Extra: Some blood (Crap, make that a lot of blood), angst, kleenex warning.
AN: Well. Chapter one is here. People who had read my stories before may find my chapters awfully short. But I am really sorry, I no longer have the energy to write long chapters at one time; plus, I have to plan the story line.(Yes, this story does have a PLOT!) Anyway, the song for Arc I is from S.H.E -Nothing ever changes. You can d/l it in Kazaa, it's really a nice song. As for the translation of the lyrics. Well, I did my best, so there!
[Chapter 1]
Duo ignored the ticklish sensation of the blood trailing down his cheek where the bullet had grazed, single-mindedly concentrating of getting out of the Oz base. Adrenaline pumped through his entire body, sending courses of fire to his limbs as he strained himself to the limit. He had to, he wanted to survive.
Out of habit, Duo searched his belt for his grenades. They were now far enough from the bombs for him to be able to use them without triggering the explosion earlier. He pulled out the pin and threw the ticking danger backward in one fluid motion. That would buy them enough time to reach their Gundams.
As chaos reigned behind them, the two raced to the Gundam. 1 minute and 30 seconds left. They would have to hurry of they wanted to get out of here alive. Unfortunately, the chaos caused by the grenade had not the expected impact Duo had in mind. The grenade, though had caused several deaths and chaos had blown apart the walls connecting to the barracks. The soldiers now had a faster route to the hangar. Not a good thing.
As the duo climbed hastily to the cockpit, they had to avoid the increasing attacks of the machine guns and rifles. It was not an easy task, considering most pilots would be at their most vulnerable when climbing up their MS. But the both of them, being Gundam pilots, were able to avoid the bullets better than most pilots, and though they were still hit by several bullets, none of them were deadly. The worst would be dying from the loss of blood.
Duo reached the cockpit first, not surprisingly, since he was the fastest of all Gundam pilots. He waited for a while by the cockpit, shielded from the bullets by the gundam seal, but still had a good vision field in front of him. He watched in shortened breath as Heero climbed up Wing, his blood staining the white amour of the Gundam crimson. Duo glanced about the hangar. There were so many soldiers gathering around, some MS pilots already running to their Aries and Leos, their speed slowed down only by the fierce fire between the Gundam and the soldiers.
Duo stared in horror as another bullet took Heero by surprise. He could see the wince on the face of the person he came to love so much, and the exhaust that was so evident in the blue, cobalt eyes. He knew he should have stayed behind the seal, remaining in the cockpit for Heero because Heero was not the only one being shot. His sides throbbed painfully every time he moved and there were so many bleeding grazes the bullets had managed to make on his skin. His clothing were stained with the same crimson fluid that was so obvious on the clothing of his counterpart. But he could not help himself. Duo did not care if Heero was going to rant at him later for being stupid, or risking his life out there. He wouldn't die. He had tried so many times before he had met Heero, so consumed by his guilt at causing so many deaths, but not one reckless attempt in his missions succeeded. He was definitely not going to die now, not when life was just beginning to smile at him and Heero by his side.
Ignoring the agonizing flare by his side, Duo jumped out of the cockpit, bracing himself against the rain of bullets as he hastily reached out for his partner. Biting his lips, he ignored the hot streaks of pain as he grabbed Heero's left hand and dragged him up the Gundam.
Both of them staggered painfully into the cockpit. Duo unconsciously placed himself behind Heero, protecting the most wonderful thing in his life as he pushed Heero into the narrow cockpit. He was about to jump into the cockpit when a hard object struck him on his back. White-hot flames licked his wounds, making the painful throb by his side all but forgotten. Duo fell onto the floor of the cockpit, unaware of anything but the intense pain that radiated from his back. He could not move, he had lost all control for his motions for that moment, pain overruling everything he was taught. One thought accompanied him through all this,
'I may not be so lucky after all.'
Tsuzuku
Rating: PG13
Extra: Some blood (Crap, make that a lot of blood), angst, kleenex warning.
AN: Well. Chapter one is here. People who had read my stories before may find my chapters awfully short. But I am really sorry, I no longer have the energy to write long chapters at one time; plus, I have to plan the story line.(Yes, this story does have a PLOT!) Anyway, the song for Arc I is from S.H.E -Nothing ever changes. You can d/l it in Kazaa, it's really a nice song. As for the translation of the lyrics. Well, I did my best, so there!
[Chapter 1]
Duo ignored the ticklish sensation of the blood trailing down his cheek where the bullet had grazed, single-mindedly concentrating of getting out of the Oz base. Adrenaline pumped through his entire body, sending courses of fire to his limbs as he strained himself to the limit. He had to, he wanted to survive.
Out of habit, Duo searched his belt for his grenades. They were now far enough from the bombs for him to be able to use them without triggering the explosion earlier. He pulled out the pin and threw the ticking danger backward in one fluid motion. That would buy them enough time to reach their Gundams.
As chaos reigned behind them, the two raced to the Gundam. 1 minute and 30 seconds left. They would have to hurry of they wanted to get out of here alive. Unfortunately, the chaos caused by the grenade had not the expected impact Duo had in mind. The grenade, though had caused several deaths and chaos had blown apart the walls connecting to the barracks. The soldiers now had a faster route to the hangar. Not a good thing.
As the duo climbed hastily to the cockpit, they had to avoid the increasing attacks of the machine guns and rifles. It was not an easy task, considering most pilots would be at their most vulnerable when climbing up their MS. But the both of them, being Gundam pilots, were able to avoid the bullets better than most pilots, and though they were still hit by several bullets, none of them were deadly. The worst would be dying from the loss of blood.
Duo reached the cockpit first, not surprisingly, since he was the fastest of all Gundam pilots. He waited for a while by the cockpit, shielded from the bullets by the gundam seal, but still had a good vision field in front of him. He watched in shortened breath as Heero climbed up Wing, his blood staining the white amour of the Gundam crimson. Duo glanced about the hangar. There were so many soldiers gathering around, some MS pilots already running to their Aries and Leos, their speed slowed down only by the fierce fire between the Gundam and the soldiers.
Duo stared in horror as another bullet took Heero by surprise. He could see the wince on the face of the person he came to love so much, and the exhaust that was so evident in the blue, cobalt eyes. He knew he should have stayed behind the seal, remaining in the cockpit for Heero because Heero was not the only one being shot. His sides throbbed painfully every time he moved and there were so many bleeding grazes the bullets had managed to make on his skin. His clothing were stained with the same crimson fluid that was so obvious on the clothing of his counterpart. But he could not help himself. Duo did not care if Heero was going to rant at him later for being stupid, or risking his life out there. He wouldn't die. He had tried so many times before he had met Heero, so consumed by his guilt at causing so many deaths, but not one reckless attempt in his missions succeeded. He was definitely not going to die now, not when life was just beginning to smile at him and Heero by his side.
Ignoring the agonizing flare by his side, Duo jumped out of the cockpit, bracing himself against the rain of bullets as he hastily reached out for his partner. Biting his lips, he ignored the hot streaks of pain as he grabbed Heero's left hand and dragged him up the Gundam.
Both of them staggered painfully into the cockpit. Duo unconsciously placed himself behind Heero, protecting the most wonderful thing in his life as he pushed Heero into the narrow cockpit. He was about to jump into the cockpit when a hard object struck him on his back. White-hot flames licked his wounds, making the painful throb by his side all but forgotten. Duo fell onto the floor of the cockpit, unaware of anything but the intense pain that radiated from his back. He could not move, he had lost all control for his motions for that moment, pain overruling everything he was taught. One thought accompanied him through all this,
'I may not be so lucky after all.'
Tsuzuku